Help Me

Excruciating pain is all I feel as I try to remember why the hell my head is ringing like someone just beat the shit out of me.

Ooohh fuck... I just remembered that I got kidnapped by a group of thugs for no FUCKING!!! Reason. This really doesn't make any sense to me, I'm just a regular college student, so why would anyone want to kidnap me? Lying on the floor quietly, I try to listen out for the three dummy heads who kidnapped me. After listening for about a couple of minutes and not hearing anything I slowly sit up and open my eyes. Looking around, the place looks like a got damn DUMP. "uhggg," I sigh out of all the places they could've taken me to, they chose to bring me to an abandoned warehouse it looks like. There're empty box crates scattered everywhere, dried up pipes going along the walls and ceilings. As I turn to my right searching for an exit, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I watch this HUGE rat scurry across the only exit in this place. "Oh fuck this shit, I need to find a way out of here." I whisper to myself. Looking around some more, I feel something stab my wrist, curious as to what it could be, as I crane my neck to the left and look down at my hands that are bound by duct tape to the pole that I am currently using for support to sit up, I see a broken piece of rusted pipe peeking out, "Thank god they didn't bind my hands with rope like they did my ankles." As I quickly start trying to work my way into cutting the tape with the rusted piece of pipe, the only thing I feel rushing through me is the fear of being caught and beaten up some more...or being caught and killed on the spot. But my adrenaline won't allow me to stop, because I'll be damned if I don't die trying to escape. I refuse to be the typical damsel in distress. After about 5 grueling minutes, I'm finally able to free my wrist of their captivity, now I need to work on this rope. "This should be easy," while working on my restraints I hear a loud screeching noise outside, I stop what I'm doing to try and figure out what the sound could possibly be, but before I can even formulate an idea of what it could've been, I hear rapid gun fire. "Time to go!" Finally untying the rope around my ankles, I jump straight to my feet, instantly regretting my decision of jumping up instead of slowly standing. My whole body feels like I've been hit by a Semi truck. "I have to move!" Quickly pushing back all the pain I'm coursing through me, I sprint towards the only two sets of doors to my right, hearing the gunfire getting closer to me, praying to the heavens they don't make it to this room until after I am long gone and away from here. Grabbing for the doors, I slowly pull the door to my right open, but only just enough to peek out around the door. "All clear," I say to no one. The sound of gunfire is coming from my right, so I dart to the left and instantly start sprinting my way down the filthy trash filled hallway. I jump and leap right over a long rectangular table laying sideways on the floor blocking me from moving forward. Passing by 3 more doors, I take a sharp right and bump into a 6'3ft tall muscular man looking like he weighs over 260 pounds. He grunts and thrusts his chest forward as soon as I made contact with him, instantly throwing me to the ground and I slide backwards colliding with the wall behind me. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! Shit that hurts," I say while looking at who my attacker was. As soon as we make eye contact I jump to my feet and he starts running towards me while I run in his direction. But right before he reaches out to grab me , I drop to the floor and slide in between his legs jumping to my feet mid sprint, running straight down the hall in front of me. I reach out to my right and snatch up his assault rifle, and continue on my way down the hallway taking a left. Eyes as wide as a deer caught in headlights.